Pass Out (Snoop Remix)

It's okay, I'm good, let's go

Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

We bring the women and the cars and the cards out

Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out

And we can do this until we pass out

(So, let it rain, let it pour away) Yeah

(And we won't come down)

(Until we hit the ground and pass out) Yeah

Yeah, I'm in charge now

I'm a star, and I brought my fuckin' cast out

I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle

Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out

I used to listen to you, don't wanna bring arms out

I got so many clothes, I keep some in my aunt's house

Disturbin' London, baby, we about to branch out

Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles child

Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher

Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers

Twenty light bulbs around my table and my dresser

CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her

Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester

Got them gazin' at my necklace, and my crazy sun protectors

G-Shocks, I got a crazy, dumb collection

Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception

Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

We bring the women and the cars and the cards out

Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out

And we can do this until we pass out

(So, let it rain, let it pour away) Yeah

(And we won't come down)

(Until we hit the ground and pass out)

Trip this, sip this, hold on for a second

Yeah, you can't, for, I got somethin' to say

You know who it is, it's the one and only

Baby, pop your ass out, gon' pour your glass out

So, we gon' blow, for sure, until you pass out

I'm like Slick Rick, I'm old school from back in the day

See, they didn't let the big Dogg back up in the UK

Ay, you know I party hearty and play

A landy sipper, Tinie Tempah (Pick up awry)

Glastonbury, oh, limbo-lay

You motherfuckers gon' remember me

I'm like The Beatles with needles, me and my peoples are legal

We drop a heaters fajitas, you mean fajitas to peelers?

And Virgin airlines, that's how they greet us

They had to join us 'cause they knew they couldn't beat us

Draped in Adidas, like runnin' in

And the gangsters not soundin' like, and they ain't runnin' it

You know who to call on the gangster, man

To smoke that weed till I fall on my back

Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out

We bring the women and the cars and the cards out

Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out

And we can do this until we pass out

(So, let it rain, let it pour away)

(We won't come down)

(Until we hit the ground and pass out, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

(Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Uh, look at me I been a cheeky bastard, man

(Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Look at all the drama we started, now I'm

In here layin' on my back

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Sayin', DJ, won't you give me one more track?

(I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow mornin')

(I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow mornin')

(I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow mornin')

(I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow mornin')

So, let it rain, let it pour away

We won't come down

Until we hit the ground and (Pass out)

So, let it rain, let it pour away

We won't come down

Until we hit the ground and (Pass out)

(Pass out)